Connecting with the one and only Mellenius from Tone Mason (Sean Price, Fantasia, Drake, Jay Z) directly from the Screwface, Theology 3 dives into the Lost Files instrumentals for the 1st edition of Bar Heavy verses.

The original beat files were lost, so there is no exact tempo to record and sequence the song. Theo3 goes full chef mode and chops till he can't chop anymore. The full instrumental is on Mellenius's Spotify page and you can hear the difference in sequencing.

Cover images from the Featuring No Features EP. Shout Outs to Nick and Clint at the Pita Pit, a famous late night club run after wild and crazy city nights.

Verse 1: George Carlin monologue

Theology 3:

Power in my words and my actions, plans and my tactics. Actively clashin' never captive. Capturin' the captain and dashin' him after till his body came floatin' up where boats are docked castin' for catfish. We elevated minds climbin' higher than a Carolina pine, on an incline. Mellie it's been time. I soak these thoughts in brine preserve the feelin' cuz between the rage and reason there's a thin line. We don't habitually step to test, we just visually assess and protect the next. I individually flex never repped a set. If you are criminially pressed then some friends 'll jet. That's that self preservation. Live by the code but really can't even rate em in this plastic haven. Where bein' a maven means more than peace and patience. One minute you real but on screen you're Rita Hayworth with a deceivin' nature. Could you please keep an even demeanor between all the grief and anger cuz i can be the answer. Keepin you stabilized, but if you swim deeper I will be your anchor. Leavin' you in the seaweed and plankton, reasonable to reach for the the pees but you need to pace it.
Go too fast you'll be the 1st seed to face it. And these 16's 'll heave you out the league you played in. Nearin' my final form. Fightin' for freedom, compassion, loot and truth that's my Final Four. In this tournament I be primed for war. Pass it to Mellie on the wing and I yell over the din that it's Time to Score. Bussin' a spin on the defender then we climbin' tall. Catch the yoop up in mid air it's rise or fall. The stream cut out watchin' a black screen in disbelief, but never doubtin' the team now the crowd is gone.

It's Over